WORD POWER
With pen in hand, I can explore
The seven hills of Rome;
Or some sun-kissed exotic shore
Although I'm still at home.
I may create a world ideal
Or make it bleak and grim:
The power is there to hurt or heal,
To satisfy my whim.
A boy and girl may fall in love
Or always know frustration.
It all depends on God above
And my imagination.
But since that day you left me,
The day you walked away,
My pen is my pocket:
And all I do is pray.
copyright Peter Jones 1994